Oct., 1903. Arapaho Traditions — Dorsey and Kroeber. 239 



thrown it the fourth time and it came down, he kicked it up again. 

 Then they rose with it. They are three stars in the sky. When the 

 bear failed to catch them, she fell back dead.' — K. 



106. — Big Owl, Owner-of-Bag. 



There was a big camp-circle. In one family there were a man, wife 

 and a. boy. 



One dark nigljt this boy got mad and cried over something. His 

 mother tried to make him cease, and would make threats at him. "If 

 you don't stop tliis I shall throw you out to Owner-of-Bag!" said 

 the mother to her boy. Still the boy would fight her and throw away 

 the food which she gave him. "Say, stop crying ! Can't you mind your 

 mother sometimes," said the mother. "Hii ! Hii !" said the boy, kick- 

 ing with his legs. "All right, Owner-of-Bag, come quickly, here is this 

 foolish boy," said the mother, taking the lad in a lump, and throwing 

 him out of the tipi. 



As the boy landed he cried with one distinct note, for he entered 

 into a bag widely opened by Owner-of-Bag in front of the door. When 

 this boy landed in the bag, Owner-of-Bag immediately gave him a meal 

 of roasted tongue, or round lump, which kept him from crying any 

 more. 



"I get so tired of him sometimes. I always take great pains to 

 please him. but he is naturally mean and obstinate," said the mother 

 angrily. The husband, lying on the bed, did not say a word, but crossed 

 his legs and gaped loudly every once in a while. "You never try to 

 make him stop crying! He will never be over it, if you keep on with 

 smooth face. For my part. I did just right, and it will be a lesson to 

 him," said the mother, tossing the utensils around and with a cross 

 appearance. 



The light in the tipi was getting very dim and finally they both 

 went to bed without giving each other answer. This mother thought 

 that the bey had gone off to his relatives for that night. The married 

 people were very restless that night, wondering if the boy had gone to 

 sleep with relatives. 



Some time during the night the mother woke and ran out to look 

 for her boy. She went to her relatives, asking for him, but he was gone. 

 For some time she was running around from tipi to tipi, weeping for 

 her lost boy, until she went back to bed. 



' Cf. Gros Ventre; Navaho (Matthews, Mem. Am. Folk Lore Soc, V, loo); Dhegiha (J. O. 

 Dorsey, Contr. N. A. Ethn., VI, 292); Jicarilla Apache (Russell, Journ. Am. Folk Lore, XI, 262.) 



